long time, no blog.

So, we meet again...

Thought it was time we reconvened as I watch Snog, Marry, Avoid. 
Classic case of the 'rah' gone wrong...spray tan booth in her garden for her and Mummy, funded by Daddy's credit card, explains the fact that she is practically as brown as me.
Fur bikinis should not be worn by people over the size of an 8. Fail.


I suppose I should focus on the purpose of this blog and not orange slags on BBC 3.


Update on my life?

Hectic week last week, topped off with a rendezvous in Syndicate which is like the jobcentre for weekends - the stench of BO, piss and benefits was overwhelming.
I could practically feel the braincells getting slowly sucked away from me. At least the streets of Bristol can feel safe knowing that those with criminal records are all under one roof...


Work brought out all the most annoying customers in the world. I swear they are taken in by my round, trusting face. I think its chocolate colour reminds them of a sweet sympathetic Galaxy bar which can be taken advantage off. 


Thinking about collating a selection of flashcards with phrases such as 'No receipt? NO REFUND' and 'Bringing back an item you got before Christmas? TURN AROUND AND WALK OUT.'


Just enjoying a couple of days of freedom before the return!


Buzzing for Wednesday party times, Fran's birthday weekend and seeing the lion.


More tomorrow...<3